The uncle from the seventh level of the Mahayana Taoist Cang didn't even bother to resist. He raised his eyes and looked at the sword intent that had taken the form of a void. He didn't care at all and just wanted to wave his hand to untie it.
The clinker, the little trick he looked down on, was not an invisible sword with no lethality. It was a real sword. It was the Hanyan Sword in Xie Lingyan's hand. It turned into a shadow and cut down decisively.
One sword split the sky.
The strong power that enveloped the seventh-level Mahayana Daozang was split open and torn by a sword, and the sharp sword intent wreaked downwards until it drank human blood, and the golden light suddenly dispersed.
The uncle at the seventh level of the Mahayana Taoist Relic turned his head and looked at his shoulder. He had been slashed by a sword and was bleeding.
He was actually stabbed by a little monk in the Creation Volley Realm?
The uncle on the seventh level of the Mahayana Taoist Realm was shocked and angry.
He threw out a fist with unstoppable force. Xie Lingyan saw the fatal blow coming through the clouds and rain. She froze in place without any reaction.
clank.
The red flame fire phoenix climbed up from the grass, its body swaying. It looked at its master and wanted to shout to the master, what are you doing stupidly? Get away. However, the powerful wind exerted by Mahayana Taoism swept over.
The poor Fire Phoenix was affected, and it fell back into the grass, rattled twice, and fainted again.
Xie Lingyan was dumbfounded, watching helplessly as she was wrapped in the aura of death.
Whether she could move or not, it wasn't that she didn't want to escape, but that she couldn't move.
A critical moment.
Life and death are at stake.
Suddenly, a slender figure that was as white as snow and as bright as a flower appeared.
Yes, melt it out.
He appeared quietly, as if he were formed by the accumulation of bits and pieces of white falling snow, or as if all things in the world were made up of wisps of white. His body was so dazzling that people could not see his appearance, but could only see his spirit and charm.
The skylight dimmed in an instant.
The mountains lost their vitality in an instant.
The MiMi River stopped flowing overnight.
Everything is still.
Deathly silence.
The sound of water is still loud, but the river surface is still, without wind or waves, as calm as stagnant water.
The mountains and rivers are hazy, not even half of the verdure can be seen, only the ink-green mountains are enveloped in the mist, making them look like a dream.
Xie Lingyan wiped the blood from her lips and looked up at the white-haired god who appeared.
This was the first time she had seen him appear in this world.
When he went to save his grandma, she was not there, so she could not see his immortal and jade-like grace.
But now, when I look up at the person I have met many times, I find that he is as dazzling as a god, extremely splendid, and extremely dignified.
Looking up at him, I couldn't see his face, only his smoky white clothes, which seemed to be condensed from the smoke in the world. His snow-white clothes were fluttering gently, and his long snow-white hair was flying without the wind.
Everything around him stopped.
It seems like nothing has changed.
The white-haired god said, "Heal your wounds."
"Yeah." Xie Lingyan didn't say much. She immediately sat on the ground and was busy healing her injuries.
Just now, she didn't do anything, but she seemed to have experienced a bloody Shura. She was seriously injured internally, her internal organs were squeezed and severely injured, and her whole body was in excruciating pain.
At this moment, I finally knew the real gap between myself and the strong.
She is too weak, extremely poor, and has a fear of being crushed to pieces in minutes.
The fear was so strong that she felt lingering fear in her heart. She thought, "I can't do this. I want to get stronger, get stronger."
Sitting cross-legged on the spot to heal himself, a thin layer of golden light enveloped his whole body.
In the distance, there is a jade-like figure standing high in the sky. He is like a tall and handsome mountain peak standing in front of you. You can clearly see the figure, but you can't see his face clearly. On his face, only a soft white shadow can be seen, like a line of ink.
The heavy colors, the appropriate shades and blends bloom, forming a unique shadow in the world. He stands like an immortal or a divine jade in this earthly world.
who is he?
Lei Chengyang looked up, remembering everything before.
Xie Lingyan has obviously become a waste. When she lost her dantian and her spiritual roots were damaged, could she still be so crazy? Is it because of the existence of this man in white clothes and white hair?
Lei Chengyang wanted to see the man clearly, or wanted to do something, but he couldn't move. He could only stand there, as if he was imprisoned by something, and he felt extremely painful when he breathed.
Who is this person? He can actually exert such a strong and powerful sense of oppression, such vast intimidation, and majestic pressure quietly arise in the world, they grow and cover from all directions.
Is this the power of one person?
No, he is not a venerable person in this world.
Also looking up, there was the seventh-level Mahayana Taoist who had just fought with Xie Lingyan. He stammered and was obviously shocked by the young white-clothed immortal. He said, "This is from the Supreme Leader."
The world?”
The white-haired god gently raised his hand, and a ray of light turned into a blade and went away. The Mahayana Taoist monk was knocked to the ground. He was knocked to the ground easily.
The white-haired god's cold and indifferent voice sounded, "In the realm of Mahayana Taoism, if you don't study hard to understand the Tao and improve your cultivation, you are greedy for right and wrong. Is this how the headmaster of Qingxiao Sect manages things?"
That Mahayana Taoist Realm person had nothing to say. Qingxiao Sect didn't care about royal affairs at all, but Qianshan Sect and Jingshui Sect had their own actions recently, so Qingxiao Sect had to take care of its own affairs.
The Mahayana Daozang struggled to get up. He was afraid, horrified, and terrified. He did not dare to confront such a powerful Supreme Being, but he couldn't help but ask, "Dare to ask the Supreme Being for advice..."
The white-haired god said indifferently, "It's not your turn to ask me questions yet."
As he said this, he casually waved his sleeves, and another stream of light suddenly flashed away, and the standing sixth-level Mahayana Taoist monk was also swept away and hit into the distance.
The white-haired god turned to look at the little minions. He didn't bother to take action on the remaining garbage, so he quietly retreated.
The white light drifted away like flowing clouds, and he disappeared silently into the world.
When Lei Chengyang came back to his senses, he could no longer find the mysterious white shadow. He could only see towering green mountains and trickling rivers. The mountains and rivers were picturesque and the scenery was still beautiful. It seemed that just now there was only a gust of wind and microwaves floating.
It was calm again.
It's just that the two uncles who were in the Tao Zang Realm were seriously injured. Their faces were earthy, their auras were weak, and their bodies were seriously injured. After careful inspection, it was found that their cultivation had been abolished?
Lei Chengyang looked at this shocking scene in surprise and staggered back.
Absorbing cultivation?
Is this an evil cultivator or an evil demon?
Who is this man in white?
He protects Xie Lingyan, what is his relationship with Xie Lingyan? Is it related to this man in white that Xie Lingyan has become so lawless and arrogant?
Is this considered the supreme power of the strong, or is he cultivating evil spirits?
They were able to push down other people's realms effortlessly. The two elders who were originally in the Mahayana Taoist Realm have now become low-level monks in the Creation Volley Realm.
With these two people, anyone present could kill them.
Lei Chengyang's face became increasingly ugly. If he hadn't seen it today, he wouldn't have believed it.
And the more this happened, the more he became certain that Xie Lingyan killed his father Lei Yonghu.
Thinking of the revenge for killing my father.
Lei Chengyang clenched his fists.
He wanted to take revenge and take advantage of the situation.